I so need a vacation. I need to go away to a nice beach where I can lie on the sand with a fruity drink and doze under an umbrella. And when I come back, I will be rested and refreshed. And my son will be fully potty-trained and will have stopped hitting and kicking and spitting and all the other horrible bratty behaviors that he's shown such an affinity for of late.
What? A girl can dream, can't she?